If aliens arrived to Earth
To miss that would be wrong
I’d take them to a show first
To do a singalong
I’d push them closer to the stage
To all the dancing crowds
It’s so much fun at any age
To jump and sing out loud
Then they would know right away
That Earth is pretty rad
They’d bring their friends some other day
And dance with us like mad
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Katya Duft
Katya Duft is a public transit blogger (Tales From the Bus) and a three-time Moth Story Slam winner; frequent participant of storytelling shows in Los Angeles. She is also a linguist working in post-production.
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I absolutely love how this flows and sounds. The image is also amazing. 👽💃
Beautiful sentiment and I hope you pick a show by me to attend first!! 🤣 XX